595 inhaled sharply through her nose, with gritted teeth and taut posture. It took every ounce of will she possessed to maintain her composure. How dare this alien meddle in her affairs! “You want to do this now?!” The Agent eventually hissed, peeling back her visor and staring right into the Rothian’s eyes with her own augments. Two of the dots were solid blue, one blinked red. 

“I am fine. Perhaps if everything in this [b]fucking[/b] place wasn’t trying to kill me, i’d be less inclined to violence. With all this shit going on, frankly I’m relieved one of the creatures had the courtesy to wipe my memory once it was done trying to eat my face!” Thebes had slid directly in between the Agent and Rareth now, gently holding her back. “What’s going on back there?” Knossos asked over comms. “Hold on, give us two minutes.” Thebes ordered.

“In case the Grand Datius needed a reminder, I don't answer to you. I serve Outremer, where people are dying every minute we waste, speculating if a [b]sin-eater[/b] like me has her head screwed on properly! You do not have to like me, but I am finishing this mission and getting what we need to stop that from happening..” 595 spat, jabbing a finger at her own breastplate while stepping back away from the Rothian. She looked at the Human soldier in between them. “Thebes - have your team take a look through the windows. Right now.” Thebes nodded. “Move in, both sides.” He quickly relayed.